“Slander?”

Harvey looked calmly at Finley, unperturbed by the scorn he was facing.

“These are Truffled Eggs of the royal family, yes?”

Finley frowned.

“That’s right.”

Harvey took a step forward.

“The ingredients I pointed out are all correct too, right?”

Finley’s eyes twitched.

“That’s right. Only I know this dish. Nobody else would know what’s in it, other than the people who ate it!”

Noemi and the others froze; they looked at Harvey with odd expressions.

‘Did this country bumpkin actually have this dish before?’

‘He’s just a country bumpkin, though! Maybe he’s attended the Empire’s banquets before…’

Ellen’s eyes lit up; she was certain Harvey probably had another identity.

“You’re pretty impressive, young man.”

Finley called himself down after pondering for a moment.

“That said, you still have to apologize.”

“Is that so?” Harvey replied casually.

“I admit, you’re pretty capable if you can recognize this dish that well.”

Finley crossed his arms with a distant look on